"how much her pleasure depends on his distress.". I also really identified with Susan's acknowledgement that we read stories that often depend on bad things happening to the characters. It is a totally fabricated story and the author needs to be aware of that ((obviously non-fiction books are not a complete fabrication, but at the the same time the author is choosing to write about a specific topic with a specific slant. Authors need to be aware that they have created that entire universe, and so when they populate their book with horrible things and horrible people they don't get to say "but sure reality is like that" because a book is not reality. And I love that she appreciates that fact. How everything that happens in a story happens because of the author. How Edward is guiding the reader's expectations. How perfect is that? She's also very aware of the author as author.
Susan worries that "she could be a different person by the time she’s through".
And by the time you finish a book you have been to different places, been different people, forced to think differently. I loved Susan's feelings about books, how she was hesitant sometimes to start one, because books require an investment, time and thought. And I loved the way Susan thought about the book she was reading, the act of reading itself is central to her story. It is just such an interesting book, it really makes you think. Okay, I suppose I have, but I really did. Susan's story is all about the act of reading that book, but also the memories that thinking about her ex bring up. Edward's book is all about that event, and the fall out from it. The book is a thriller, a family driving to Maine are run off the road, and violent terrible things happen. She receives a book from her ex-husband, Edward, and over the course of three nights she reads it. The film is also fascinating and intriguing in its own way, but the book. I initially started reading it because I had really enjoyed Nocturnal Animals, and that film was based on this book. As I read I found so much to quote, I didn't stop to write every bit out, but quite for quite a few I had to.
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